Bert honestly hadn't known what to think about the upcoming trial beforehand, and now that he was here, he still didn't know what to think about it. What the hell did they mean by 'a fatality will put you back in your room'. Did that mean nothing was actually fatal, or just that...you wouldn't stay dead? It was an uncomfortable idea, either way, since it sounded like it'd feel real.
Buck up, Bert old boy, you're no stranger to death and danger!
He folded his arms, watching his teammates after making a quick scan of the area. Rickety bridge, river of fire, oh sure, that was nothing. Guess they really do take these trials seriously... And so he should, too. They were at war, he was a soldier, and this was the battlefield. Holding that thought firmly in his mind, the young man from Gilead slipped into Gunslinger mode. Rickety bridges were nothing new to him. There wasn't a fully functioning bridge left in In-World by the time Bert had left.
"Right," he agreed with Morana, nodding. Most of them were on the smaller side, at least. But that didn't mean a damn thing about lightness or not. Muscles weighed a lot, after all. "I wouldna trust the boards, though, e'en for a lightweight. Safer to inch along the supports 'long the sides."